THE COMING OF FLOOD
Out of the fierce blowing breeze
The earth surface moving here and there
Wanting to build a tower inside my eyes
The glowing day end up so gloomy
The ferocious thunder barking and roaring
The scared sky started crying
The whole world was terrified
The tears of the sky flowing like a river
Rivulet has no compare with its river Benue and Niger
My prayer is never let your confluence be my abode
Because to part you into two I have not a rod
Neither have I a garment like a wall to make you stand
(c) Ayegboyin Victoria Tobiloba
2016
Hum mm,,,, Talented
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Epic write up, Pen! Keep dazzling…
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